Springing into action, the familiar black-haired boy cuts the one-sided endless dispute short; his gaze abruptly narrows to the hulking figure known as Overflow. His fist shot out like lightning, cutting through the air like butter. His punch was direct and stagnant, aimed squarely at Overflow. Overflow's hand shot out like a missile, direct and deliberate, quickly intercepting the blow with calculated ease, deftly deflecting the blow, grabbing the boy's wrist, twisting it, before hauling the boy towards the wall.
"Easy there, my boy. I didn't even get to explain what you all will be doing," Overflow exclaims, still clad in a bright, beaming smile. The teen who has already caught his footing despite his raging fury decides to listen to what Overflow has to say: "All you will have to do is land a hit on little old me," Overflow adds, a cheeky smile plastered all over his face as he taunts the students. But then Overflow's face turns intense as he exclaims, "If not, you fail and will be sent home immediately."
A blond-haired boy who was once talking contemptuously lets out a chuckle, his hands resting loosely at his sides, fingers twitching as faint arcs of energy crackled around him. The boy's lips curled into a crooked smile. He raised his head, his piercing eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and disdain. "That's easy," he said, his voice calm, yet piercing like that of a blade. "You know why?"
He took a deliberate step forward, his aura suddenly flaring like a wildfire. It wasn't just a glow; it was an overwhelming presence that pressed down on everyone like the weight of an entire mountain. Golden streaks of energy erupted around him, twisting like serpents, illuminating the area with an otherworldly brilliance. His hair ruffled in the surging power, and the ground beneath his feet cracked from the sheer force of his energy.
The boy tilted his head, his grin widening into a smirk. "Because I'm the strongest." His voice was steady, almost casual, but the conviction behind it was unshakable.
In a flash, his aura exploded outward, a shockwave sending debris flying in all directions. The onlookers shielded their faces as the overwhelming energy burned in their senses. It wasn't just power they felt; it was dominance, the unmistakable truth that standing against this boy was hopeless.
The silence that followed was broken only by the sound of Overflow's chuckle, "All right then, tough guy, come at me," his voice loud and dripping with confidence as he tightly clasped his hands in a fist and got into his fighting stance in preparation for the boy's next move.
The blond-haired boy charges forward at such a breakneck pace that spectators can hardly make out his advances; with a final burst of speed, he aims to deliver a right cross with his fist. But Overflow expertly pivots out of the way of the blond boy's right cross attempt, wind encircling his fist as he quickly counters with a right hook to the blond boy's liver. The boy writhes in agony, his body nearly collapsing under the force of the blow.
The black-haired boy charges forward, and as he nears the blond-haired boy, he plants a hand firmly on the blond's back, using the momentum to propel himself upward. With a graceful twist of his body, he spins midair, propelling his leg; Overflow raises his hand just in time, halting the attack.
Immediately, the black-haired boy springs back with a powerful push; he launches himself into the air, arching his back as he tucks his knees tightly to his chest. The world spun in a blur as he rotated, his body perfectly aligned. In one smooth motion, he extended his legs and landed firmly on his feet, the impact softened by his precise control.The blond boy finally recovered from the intense blow, overflow delivered and jumped back.
The black-haired boy leaps forward with a barrage of punches and kicks that are all expertly parried, blocked, or dodged by Overflow before he raises his lead leg for another kick aiming for Overflow's stomach overflow got ready to block low, but then the black-haired boy rolled his knee outward in a smooth arc. With a sharp pivot of his hips, the kick curved upward, like a graceful sweep. His foot lashed high, and Overflow leapt out of the way, narrowly dodging the blow. A question mark kick? How does he know that? Did he improvise this? This boy truly is a prodigy.
Overflow lets out a chuckle that then turns into full-blown laughter. "Tre Thompson, my boy, you truly are amazing." I failed on my only chance to catch him off guard like that; damn it, Tre grits his teeth. "DAMN IT!" He shouts, "What's wrong? My boy failed on your only chance to catch me off guard," maniacally laughing. Trey mumbles something, "Huh," he says in a mocking manner, "I SAID SHUT UP!" He shouts, slamming his foot on the ground, "GLACIER FIST!" A sharp of forming around his fist as he rushes in, but the blond boy pushes him down and launches into motion with blinding velocity, streaking across the scene like a comet tearing through the void.
He darted around the battlefield, a streak of light moving faster than Overflow's eyes could track. Each step of the blonde boy left the ground trembling, his figure vanishing and reappearing like a phantom. Overflow's heart pounded in his chest, his breathing quickening.
Despite the chaos, a lopsided grin spread across Overflow's face, masking his underlying nervousness. He wiped a bead of sweat from his brow, trying to maintain a semblance of confidence as his fingers twitched with anticipation.
This speed… I can't keep up, Overflow thought, panic brushing against the edges of his mind. Yet, he pushed the fear aside, allowing a shaky laugh to surface, determined to appear unfazed by the relentless assault.
Suddenly, the blonde boy appeared directly in front of him, his movement so fast it was as if reality itself bent to his will. Overflow's grin faltered for a fraction of a second as his instincts screamed danger upon seeing the radiant energy gathering in the boy's outstretched palm.
Golden energy erupted from the boy's palm like a tidal wave of raw power, the air exploding around them. The attack hurtled toward Overflow with terrifying speed, the sheer force pinning him momentarily in place. For a fleeting moment, his smile wavered, but he summoned every ounce of willpower to move. Tilting his head to the side, he narrowly escaped the golden onslaught. The energy roared past him, the shockwave slamming into the ground behind, tearing it apart in an explosion of light and force.
As the dust settled, Overflow let out a breathless laugh, his grin returning in full force. Despite the close call, he stood ready, a mixture of nerves and determination shining in his eyes.
The blond boy's body slams against overflow the boys knees giving way as he had put his all into that last attack overflow holds the boy close as he says "Shu
Kurenai you did good... my boy you... did good" the blond boy let's out a chuckle before ultimately passing out
Giving overflow no time to breathe, Tre Thompson rushes back into the fray shouting "Glacier Fist" and overflow does the same. As a result, both of their hands are coated in a sharp covering of ice. I just need to force him to use another move from his arsenal. Then I might have a chance. Tre begins by swinging his arm toward overflow's neck, which causes overflow to shift his weight onto his back leg to avoid the attack. Using the momentum from shifting his weight on his back leg, Overflow winds up a punch, but before he can throw the blow, he must jump in the air as Tre dives down and in one continuous move stretches his leg in a wide arc, hoping to sweep overflow off his feet
Overflow leaps into the air kicking off it before driving himself forward with a quick twist of his body. Ice formed around his leg, sending it flying down, but Tre jumped out of the way, spinning in the air and gathering momentum. As ice began to coat his leg as it drew closer overflow quickly lifted his arms to block the blow, gripping the boy's leg and saying "remember this" with a huge grin on his face. Fuck, without hesitation, overflow swung him through the air like a rag doll, slamming him against the ground.
Overflow hoisted him repeatedly, bringing him down on the opposite side. Tre's eyes fluttered with the life draining from his eyes, till it finally stopped, but Tre was unconscious.
Overflow jumped out of the way as Riku and the woven-haired girl attempted to deliver a punch from each side. "That bum's definitely not the strongest, at least... not while I'm here." Riku says, pointing to the blond boy, a cheeky smile embedded on his face. "You stay back, honey. No need for you to stretch your pretty legs. I've got this," Riku declares, outstretching his hand and stopping the woven-haired girl's advance. "I do what I want," the woven-haired girl says in reply, a forehead vein beginning to show a sound of her already clear irritation, "and don't call me that loser," as she hits Riku in the stomach.
A Dharma Wheel spins